Lil B - Everybody Gone Know lyrics

[Trae] Guerilla Maab in the trunk, when I'm whipping the boulevard Rearrange the block when I swang and bang, I'm gripping grain Banging Maan when the cd change, and leave stains till a motherf**er Know my name I'm Lil' Trae, hey n***a what they say The young gun fin to come, tipping up few quay, blue over gray AK's on co*k I don't play, on the grind full time to ball and parlay I can flip my tongue, and make a n***a say whoa If you really want plex, what it do here I go n***as don't no hoes, are coming up out of the Maab Stepping out pimp stripes, laced up with a Dob hat Grab a gat, n***a where the hatas at Like that Mr. Fat Pat, we fin to rat-a-tat To make a n***a blood back, you don't wanna see that I'm fin to be breaking em off, when I click on wax co*king the Glock dropping the top, and making em up out the box And body rocking the lot, and leaving a n***a shot When I step out, b**h n***as be on the run n***a come and get some, you don't really want none I'm a thug n***a, f**ing with me you fin to get sprayed I'm screwed up and throwed off, and gone in the brain Representing my click, to the fullest everyday all day Stepping to us, fifteen coming your way Shotgun blast, keep a n***a moving it fast When I set it off, making a n***a feel like trash Guerilla Maab competitors stand, and hitting yeah And if a n***a don't know, I'm fin to be breaking yeah Pretty licking yes a n***a, what you be talking about I'ma ride for the South, till the house get burned down Shut down, n***a be coming way too throwed You know Guerilla Maab made n***as, out of control [Chorus - 2x] Everybody gon know, that my click gon set it off Balling out of control, we on the grind representing the South Everybody gon know, that my n***as ain't no taking no loss Balling out of control, them underdawgs coming out the South [Lil' B] We gon hold it down, and represent for the South Lil' B, diamond cut up in my mouth And when I shock I rock, I make a hoe crowd jocks Six feet off the lot, with my trunk in the lot Bunny hop n***a, you know how we do it Slow Loud And Bangin', I thought you boys knew it Guerilla gon shred, and track just like fluid And take on a n***a, like Nike just do it Screw it slow it down, and blaze a pound Southside H-Town, gotta grind get mine In the heart of the Herm Clark, is where I touch down For the n***as that's plexing, I live on Grapevine On the corners I'm turning, Yokohamas be burning Wood grain be sturning, its the money I'm earning Up in the kitchen and wishing, Expeditions we flipping Chrome Glocks we gripping, loading with the clip in The end is not yet, cause I just broke a sweat Riding now in a jet, I'm fly you could bet We some throwed a** n***as, that get down for the team Three gold shining, so fresh and so clean I mean we shaking em off, and taking em off To the backyard where the South click, be setting it off Breaking em off, we can't be soft, because the Southside Guerilla Maab, and n***as ain't taking no loss [Chorus - 2x] [Dougie D] Here I go like the Mystikal, slapping the sh** up out of a Motherf**er bumping his gums, motherf**ers you fin to feel us We ain't tripping with none of you n***as We be wrecking shop and dropping the bombs I said that n***a kinda cold and throwed and, gripping a round When you hear me in a tape deck you, pushing rewind Got your head bobbing and jacking And body rocking and shocking, whenever I spit the first time And some of you b**hes love that don't you Throwing the deuce, up to my n***as and my roll dogs And that be bobbing in the trunk, we fin to mash dog Literally dropping this heat, all up on ya I spit rhymes, like a automatic rapper be gone Checking the mic up at the first, and at all times Guerilla Maab made motherf**ers gon shine Call us the Underdawgs my n***a, but we gon climb Motherf**ers screaming no, we gon go go and slam do's And knocking motherf**ers up, acting like its cold 4-4's and smash hoes, and leaving a n***a fold Constantly keeping my mind, up on my motherf**ing do' Its me the D-O-U-G-I-E, keeping it crunk For me, my f**ing family could eat We be the M to the double A-B, ain't nothing but G's And motherf**ers gon see [Chorus - 4x]